what if the person you admired from afar became the person who understood you the most?

Sophie Schneider lives by rules. Every move deliberate. Every wall intact. In the world of Eisner-the empire she built-there's no space for mistakes, emotions, or anyone capable of dismantling her control. Cathay Alvarez has never lived inside lines. She talks too fast, laughs too loudly, and brightens every room she walks into. But beneath the charm lies a girl tangled in choices, expectations, and the fear of never belonging anywhere for long. Sophie commands with silence. Cathay thrives in chaos. And when their paths collide, something shifts. Boundaries blur. Rules bend. And the woman who built an empire learns that some hearts don't break... they break you open.

~COMPLETED~ Sorawit hated his stepbrother for stealing his father's love. Cold stares. Sharp words. Silent dinners. Their house wasn't a home-it was a battlefield. He tried to hate Wichian... but something forbidden and magnetic kept pulling him in. One fight. One disappearance. And suddenly, Sorawit couldn't ignore what he felt. Desire. Obsession. Conflicted love. To the world, they're just stepbrothers. To their parents, they're learning to be family. But behind closed doors, their bond is tangled, dangerous, and unstoppable. A slow-burning, emotional story of forbidden love, tangled hearts, and a connection that refuses to be broken. For Indian readers....👇 Click here to know what happened.... https://imojo.in/1bFYNOS .... For international readers....👇 Click here to know what happened... https://beastybl.gumroad.com/l/wqtxst

Six boys. Five of them were monsters the world learned to fear. Not because they were loud. Not because they showed their violence. But because they didn't. Joong, Pond, Perth, Aou, and First- they were calm, composed... the kind of people who could end someone and still look untouched by it. No hesitation. No guilt. No second thoughts. But all of that only existed outside his world. Because in the center of their chaos... there was him. Dunk. The one they don't just love- they live for. Their crown. Their weakness. Their reason. One look at him, one second too long, and it's enough to sign your fate. Not because Dunk would ask for it... but because they can't stand the idea of sharing what's theirs. To the world, they are danger wrapped in silence. To him, they are soft hands, quiet voices, and eyes that only know how to look at him like he hung the stars. Dunk doesn't need to command them. He doesn't need to beg. If he whispered it- even something as extreme as asking them to destroy themselves- they would. Without blinking. Without questioning. Because without him... they are nothing. No purpose. No light. No reason to exist. He is the only warmth in their cold world. The only softness in lives built on violence. And maybe that's what makes it terrifying. Because love like this isn't gentle. It's consuming. Possessive. Unforgiving. It protects... but it also destroys. A story where darkness bends for one boy. Where monsters learn softness only for him. Where love feels like safety... and danger at the same time. Soft moments. Quiet touches. Gentle laughter. And beneath it all- a devotion so deep, it could burn the world down. For him. #joongdunk

The Art Department at the university is supposed to be a sanctuary of creation, but beneath the scent of oil paint, turpentine, and turpentine, a far more intoxicating aroma is brewing. Professor Perth Tanapon is a master of control. An elite Alpha, his life is a canvas of neat lines, quiet spaces, and structured boundaries. He knows the rules: you do not cross the line with a student, no matter how loud your inner Alpha roars. But control becomes a fragile glass illusion the moment Santa Pongsapak walks into his lecture hall. Santa is absolute chaos wrapped in an ethereal, devastatingly beautiful Omega shell. He is the campus favorite-wild, fiercely loyal to his tight-knit circle, and radiating a magnetic, effortless sensuality that turns heads wherever he goes. He didn't plan on noticing his professor. He didn't plan on the sharp, suffocating pull of the older man's dominant cedarwood scent. They both try. Perth tries to see just a student; Santa tries to see just a professor. But fate doesn't care about university policy. When a sudden, volatile twist of biology and accidental proximity forces them into a dark corner, the thin veneer of professionalism shatters. What starts as an unstoppable, explosive explosion of primal desire morphs into a dangerous, forbidden situationship. In the shadows of the studio, it's purely physical-until possession turns to obsession, and a ruthless, toxic jealousy begins to rewrite all their rules. [WARNING: FOR ADULTS ONLY (18+)] This is a work of fiction and a fanfiction production. The events, character dynamics, and behaviors depicted within this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the real lives, personalities, or relationships of the actors involved. This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, Omegaverse dynamics (heat cycles, pheromones), and intense emotional themes including obsession, possessiveness, and jealousy.

The Benz sees it all first. The teasing. The tension. The long drives home. Sky and Nani fall in love slowly-between playlists and traffic lights, in snacks shared and secrets kept, in every quiet moment when the world outside doesn't matter. Told entirely from inside the car, this is a story of friendship, flirting, and falling in love-one drive at a time. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.

Jun and Dylan have always balanced each other even if they argue a lot - calm meeting chaos, quiet meeting loud. When life tests their bond, they learn that love isn't about perfection, but about staying through fear, through change, and through every moment in between. Surrounded by friends who turn every struggle into warmth and laughter, they discover that home isn't a place - it's the people who never stop choosing you. A/N: FYI, my original ideas because I like angsty stuff with happy ending✌️ and honestly had help from Mr. GPT (iykyk)

Est Supha's marriage to William Jakra is meant to strengthen his claim to the throne, but beneath the surface, it stirs tensions that could tear the royal family apart. William, a humble fisherman's son, becomes a pawn in a deadly game of power, where every smile hides a lie, and every word is a weapon. As Est's complex feelings toward his husband grow, the palace becomes a dangerous place, where his stepmother Queen Lyca weaves her own plots and his brother Mike's lustful gaze threatens to ignite a scandal. In a world built on secrets, betrayal, and ambition, Est must choose what kind of king-and man-he will become. Author's Note: Here's another short story from me! This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but as I started writing, it grew into a multi-chapter tale. Oops! 😅 I hope you enjoy the journey with Est and William - in this one, Est is top, and William is bottom. As always, your thoughts mean the world to me, so don't forget to vote and leave a comment! I'd love to hear what you think. Enjoy the story!

"..Hmm.. feel so soft and warm little princess, I can't wait to break you .." Freen growled against Becky's ear, her breath hot, eyes glowing hungry in the darkness "..pl..please, don't hurt me, alpha freen.." Becky's voice trembled as her body surrender to the commanding alpha scent. Freen's hand tightened around Becky more, pulling her close until there is no space. "..Shh..I will take everything from you, just like your father did to me.." Her soft sobs echoed through the stone halls. ".. pl..please, I'm your mate.." Freen laughed out loud, but there was no humour in it, just the mockery. "..and I'm your hell.." Will the revenge filled freen's heart melts for softness of Becky? Enjoy 🌷😉

Becky wasn't looking for trouble-just a night to forget. A calm, compassionate soul, she had spent weeks drowning in silent agony, watching her brother slowly fade in a hospital bed. So when her best friend begged her to escape for one night, Becky gave in. The club was loud, intoxicating, and for a moment, she let go-dancing, drinking, and flirting like the world outside didn't exist. But as her hips swayed in rhythm with the music, she caught the attention of someone watching from the shadows. Freen Sarocha. Tall, dangerous, and impossibly magnetic. With eyes darkened by desire and a presence that demanded control, Freen saw something she wanted-and she always got what she wanted. "Bring her to me. I'll be upstairs," she said, disappearing into the VIP lounge without a second glance. Becky never expected that one night of escape would change her life forever. This A Freenbecky Adaptation Credit goes to real author @asleepunicornsreal Freen g!p Enjoyyyyy Guysssss 🫰❤️